Gert W. Knop Poet Rhyme

The Beggar

He was not yet old,
but his face looked wrinkled and torn.
It was snowing lightly,
but there was a warning of storm.
All passers by only had a short look,
and quickly moved on
 to finish this spook.
The man sat there quiet,
his head deeply bent,
and shivering myself
I wanted  to bring
this sad story to end.
I walked across the busy street,
and finding myself no coins,
I gave him my ring.
He raised up his had and looked at me
not trusting his eyes,
what I put in his cap,
then a course voice answered:
God bless you my chap.

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Andrea Dietrich November 13, 2010 at 12:27 PM what a sweet poem, Gert. And he was not even yet old. Sad one but with a good spirit found. LUv, andrea

Sara Kendrick August 18, 2009 at 9:51 AM Nicely written. Many there are that get caught in this situation for one reason or another. Keep writing. Sara

Anthony Nutter August 18, 2009 at 5:01 AM I enjoyed this excellent write. One small thing check spelling. I believe you meant to say ( He raised up his head). Not picking I did enjoy this read.

Carolyn Devonshire August 15, 2009 at 10:29 AM The man you describe can be found on every street and in every town. All too often, his misery is ignored. It says a lot about you, Gert, not only to notice but to offer your ring. And the blessing he gave you certainly came from his heart. Extroadinary poem that motivates me to want to do more to help others less fortunate. May I echo this man's sentiments -- God bless you! Love, Carolyn